I can't stop but think about Gwen. My sweet Gwendoline. It's

almost like a weird dream ( or nightmare ) out of an Alain

Robbe Grillet novel. I blame myself for her disappearence.

Only if I could get there in time.



There she was standing in the corner with her blue eyes lost in

thought. A brunette that resembled the heroines of those

popular silent French films, spoke to her. I was going to

surprise her with the necklace I had bought for her but I was

running late because Prof. Indy Jones' lecture seemed to go on

and on. When the class was over I ran out the door to give my

Gwen her present. I kept running, not stopping to say hi to

Wendy or Charlotte.



Just as I was about to call out to Gwen, a car stopped right next

to her, blocking my view. I saw the man pulling a blanket over

her head and the older woman pushing her into the car. I was

in total shock. I called out at the top of my lungs but it was too

late. The car had left with my Gwen in the backseat. I wonder

where she is right now. Bound hand and foot, held in a

basement somewhere? In an opium house in Chinatown?

Dressed as an oriental slave, wearing a see through outfit

complete with an anklet. Her slender ankle tied to an iron

ball? These thoughts cloud my mind. Oh. My sweet, sweet

Gwendoline.



Mr. Fellon made it clear that he wasn't going to call the police.

I was furious since I could easily identify the abductors. It turns

out that it's a conspiracy to eliminate Mr. Fellon from that

auction. But how can you trust those people, what if they don't

let Gwen go. What if they decide to make profit from her

beauty. I argue with Mr. Fellon that she can be inside a crate

in the docks, waiting to be transported to another country as we

wait here. No, he's not convinced of my "pulp fiction inspired

imagination". That's when I get out of there. I get into my car

and go straight to the auction. If those people want that

antique case so badly, they'll be there somewhere, lurking in

the shadows.



The auction didn't start yet. I wait in the lobby with a drink in

my hand, scanning my surroundings. A redhead with green

eyes, in a black dress, flirts with me. I tell her politely that I'm

waiting for someone. That's when I see her. The French

brunette. She goes inside the auction room. I follow her like

The Shadow. I might find Gwen on my own afterall. Well, every

young man dreams of being the hero that saves the damsel,

right? I sit at the back where I have a good view of the brunette

and I wait ( patiently I must add ).

I keep my eyes on the brunette. She looks calm. I mean after

all, she had kidnapped an innocent girl and yet she can walk

around in public with confidence. The first auction item is the

jewellery case that Gwen's abductors want so bad. The

brunette keeps pulling her hair behind her ear as she keeps

raising her flag and I notice the delicate nape of her neck. How

can a beautiful young woman like her be part of a horrible

crime like this?



That's it. Within a minute she is the new owner of the antique

case she came here to claim. The brunette gets up and leaves.

I follow her. She hands a piece of paper to someone from the

personnel, the adress that the case will be delivered, I assume.

The clicking sound produced by her heels echo in the empty

hall. I can't take my eyes off her back seamed stocking clad

legs and I feel excited. Because of her allure or because of this

hot pursuit. I don't know.



She occupies a phone booth and dials a number, probably

calling her partners in crime. I manage to pick a few words. "Mr.

Willie? This is Monique" "Yes." "I'll meet.". Monique exits the

hotel and I keep following her. She looks around as if she

sensed someone is following her. I hide in the shadows. She

heads towards a narrow alley. I wait for a few seconds and go

in the same direction.



She's about to get into her car. Without making much noise, I

come up behind her and clamp my hand over her mouth.

Immideately, she starts making mewing noises.



"Be quiet" I whisper in her ear. As she keeps struggling, her

rear keeps rubbing my crotch and I feel. I don't know. "I said

be quiet". She stops fighting me.



"I'm a friend of Gwen's. The girl you have kidnapped"



She giggles under my hand covering her mouth.



"I'm going to remove my hand and you're going to remain

silent" I felt like I was the criminal here. Why did I even say that?

I mean here I have caught one of my sweetheart's kidnappers

and I act as if I'm one of them. Anyway, she nodded in

agreement.



"Listen, you're going to take me to her. Don't try to make a move

or. I'll have to hurt you" even I didn't believe my last remark.



"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Ace" she

giggled



I had to think of something.



"Be quiet and remove one of your stockings"

She knew what I had in mind but with a mischievious smile, she

held one of her high heels by it's heel and removed the shoe.

Monique hiked up her skirt to reveal her garter belt. She undid

the suspender holding the stocking and slowly peeled the

nylon as if she were performing a burlesque show.



"Come on Gypsy Rose, we don't have much time"



She wriggled her painted toes, teasing me.



"Like what you see, Ace?" she smiled.



I didn't answer her question and tied Monique's hands infront of

her with the stocking.



"Be a getleman and help me with my shoe" she was acting

cool.



I took her shiny high heel and helped her foot slide back in.

She had shapely feet, slender ankles. I opened the passanger

door of the car and she got in.



"You're going fine. You might get lucky by the end of our date"

she said sarcastically. I got behind the wheel and started the

engine



"Now, give me the directions"



"Don't worry, my spot is close" she grinned.



"No games, doll" I said in my best hard boiled detective voice.

We kept driving in the night.



Big Band music plays inside the car( she asked me to turn on

the radio ). Monique crossed her legs and my eyes caught a

glimpse of her panties.

then I saw her looking at me, looking at her.



"We can have fun if you pull over"



"Be quiet"



"Have any cigarettes?"



"I don't smoke"



"You want to play hero, huh? Well let me tell you Ace, this is the

big boys playing. Can you handle it."



"Just be quiet"



"They are waiting for me. They'll know something is wrong if I

don't show up"



"As soon as I rescue Gwen, we're calling the police" She was

making me nervous.



We drove for an hour and reached a mansion that belonged to

Ursula Stanton ( that's what Monique told me anyway ). I

stopped the car.



"Now. I can't trust you. So please if you can move your

stockinged leg on my lap"



"Hmmm. a foot massage. I like that"



I gave Monique a serious look and with my hands sweating, I

removed her stocking. Again, I helped her with her shoe. I

moved closer and pulled Monique's hair behind her ear.





"Hmm. It was about time" she closed her eyes and made a

move to kiss me, I pulled the stocking between her teeth.

Monique opened her eyes as I tied it behind her head.



"MMMPFF?" she moaned as I gagged her with the nylon. I got

out and helped her get out the car.



"Lead the way, doll" she moaned into her gag. We managed to

get inside the mansion easily. She knew another entrance

since we couldn't go through the main door for the obvious

reasons. Her shoes made so much noise that I knelt infront of

her and removed them. I held Monique's arm with one hand

while I held her shoes with the other.



We went down to a large basement which resembled a

warehouse in proportions. I heard people talking in a foreign

language. Japanese. and faint whimpers.



The basement is full of crates. We hide behind one of them. I

see two women, oddly enough, in chains. A man puffs on a

cigar. The women open up one of the crates. My eyes scan the

room as I hold Monique's arm with my hand. That's when I see

my Gwen!



"What have they done to her" I speak out loud. Monique giggles

behind her gag.



Gwen sits on a crate, naked except for her bra and panties. Her

clothes and ballet flats are piled up next to her. A square piece

of black tape covers her mouth. Her ankles are crossed and

bound with rope. Her arms are pulled behind her, causing her

breasts to thrust forward. Additional ropes go over and under

her breasts causing them to bulge out even more. The sight of

her bound and gagged like this ( for some strange reason )

excites me. It most definately creates a bizarre aesthetic. I

watch as she makes circling movements with her pretty feet (

probably to keep circulation ). She mews into the black tape

that contrasts with her white skin. She squirms sensually in her

bondage. It looks like a dreamy erotic dance ( now that's

another weird thought ). The man speaks to the other women in

Japanese. I'm glad that I learned Japanese from Mrs. Lee ( a

Japanese diplomat's wife ) when I was much younger. The man

makes cruel remarks about how fetching Gwen looks, straining

against the ropes like that. He gives them orders. One woman

holds Gwen by her feet while the other holds her under her

arms. The oriental ladies carry Gwen towards a crate as she

thrashes wildly and yells into her gag. They manage to get her

inside it, but Gwen refuses to kneel inside it. As she keeps

fighting her captors, our eyes meet. Gwen makes excited

noises under the gag. I signal for her to be quiet. She manages

to knock one of the women trying to get her to kneel inside the

crate. The man pours something on a piece of cloth, from a

small bottle. He approaches Gwen and is about to cover her

nose and mouth with the cloth when, suddenly, Monique

manages to get free from my hold and runs in their direction.



"MMMMM!" she screams at the top of her lungs. The man

stops what he's doing and all eyes are suddenly on this

barefoot young woman, dressed in a French maid's uniform

with a stocking going between her lips. I run behind Monique

and manage to grab her before she reaches them. I hold her as

she yells at me, producing more muffled noises. Gwen makes

noises as well, but they are in a cheerful tone.



"Let go of Gwen" I tell the women. They look puzzled.



"Untie her! or. or I'll hurt her!" I point at Monique.



The Japanese guy draws a gun from his jacket.



"I don't think so young man. Let go of that poor girl. Hand her

over to my slaves"



He speaks to them in Japanese and the women approach us. I

push Monique on to them and they softly land on the floor. I

lung at the man's gun and it flies from his hand into Gwen's

crate.



"Gwen! Get the gun!" I tell her as I fight with the guy.



Gwen makes muffled noises and kneels inside the crate to get

the gun.